Infinite Sims

Quiet room.

In the relatively spacious space, there is only one monk, one futon, and one long stick.

The monk sits cross-legged on the futon, folds his hands in front of his chest and closes his eyes for meditation, and the long stick is in his bent arm.

"Zhou Tian runs for two full hours, this is the difference in talent."

Inside the Stick of Flame, Jiang Ren focused on the monk he named the No. 2 tool man.

Dharma name Wuchen, a monk of Gushan Temple, was crowned as the chief disciple at the age of ten.

For seven years in a row, no one could shake him, and at the age of seventeen this year, he practiced in seclusion for several months, broke through to the innate realm, and became the fastest-advanced innate disciple in the history of Gushan Temple.

The above is the information Jiang Ren has collected in the past few days.

It has to be said that the investment of 50 destiny points is not an ordinary land value.

If the identity investment in life should be reflected in the parents of family background, then the life of weapons should be reflected in the tool man.

In the last life, although the No. 1 tool man was not weak, at least he surpassed most warriors.

But compared with the current No. 2 tool, which has a big temple as its backer, has broken through to the innate realm at the age of seventeen, and can use up two hours of practice every time, it is not a little worse.

"Although my cultivation speed is faster than in my previous life, it is still much slower than in the lake of flames."

Jiang Ren observed the power of his soul that was recovering. It only took a few minutes in the lake of flames, but now the time has been extended several times.

After maintaining a high-speed recovery for three years, it was a bit unaccustomed to it once it slowed down.

"Fortunately, the surrounding environment is no longer the same, so I won't be too boring to drive myself crazy."

"Besides, the previous accumulation in the lake of flames is enough, and with the practice of the past few days, the body is still a bit short of being able to be filled with device energy. This time, it may be possible to obtain new abilities."

Jiang Ren calmed down and thought silently.

Every time the body of the weapon is filled, the efficiency of converting the power of the soul into weapon energy will be higher, but correspondingly, it will be more difficult to fill it up next time.

Just like the levels in the game.

The higher the level, the more experience can be obtained at the same time, but the experience required for upgrading also increases exponentially, so the higher the level, the slower the upgrading speed.

"In the past three years, it has been filled nine times, and this time it will be the tenth time."

Seeing that the power of the soul was fully recovered, Jiang Ren immediately put into practice.

These nine times, he obtained the four abilities of strengthening, recovery, transmission, and explosive seed respectively, which are exactly the same as in the previous life.

And after that, he never gained any ability again, but he had a faint feeling that this tenth time might be the time to acquire a new ability.

In fact, Jiang Ren thought about it the sixth time.

After all, six is ​​a very auspicious number, and many things are closely related, and the next seventh, eighth, and ninth times are no exception.

It's a pity that thinking is one thing, but fact is another.

But people, always have to create a sense of expectation for themselves, so as not to be completely lost in the boring life.

"Although strictly speaking, I am just a weapon and a stick now, but at least my soul state is still human."

Jiang Ren thought in his heart, but he didn't stop practicing, filling in the last trace of energy.

Like the slight sound of a broken glass bottle, there was a stick sound.

Although the voice was small, it awakened Wuchen who was in the state of cultivation in an instant.

Wu Chen blinked in confusion, looked at the fire stick in his hand in puzzlement, and seemed to be thinking about why a stick made such a strange sound.

Jiang Ren didn't notice Wuchen's change, because this time he really got a new ability.

perception.

This ability enables communication with the outside world.

But what the perception ability consumes is not the physical energy, but the extremely slow-growing soul power. In his current state, he still cannot communicate with the outside world, and can only use some special media.

"medium?"

Jiang Ren looked at a certain part of his body, where there was an extremely weak consciousness.

Through it, is it possible to communicate with Wuchen?

He turned his attention to the outside world, and found that although Wuchen was still sitting cross-legged with his hands clasped together, because of the sound just now, his gaze was still on himself.

"Try it."

Jiang Ren restrained his mind, touched the consciousness with the power of the soul, and aroused the perception ability.

"Yeah, yeah..."

A baby-like voice sounded in Wuchen's mind.

Wuchen looked startled and stood up abruptly.

The innate zhenqi exploded from the inside out, sending out a swift and violent air current, which instantly lifted the futon into the air.

"Yeah?"

Wu Chen looked at the closed doors and windows around him suspiciously, and finally turned his gaze to the stick of fire in his hand. Thinking of the strange voice just now, he asked cautiously: "This, the stick benefactor, what was the voice just now?" Did you send it?"

No, not me, you heard me wrong!

At this moment, Jiang Ren had the urge to cover his face.

It is indeed a joyful enough thing to have useful perception, but what does "Ya Ya" mean? Can you be more childish?

Moreover, why can I only make this kind of sound?

Jiang Ren was a little depressed. After trying it just now, he found that he could not control the fluctuation and size of the sound, and could only make a fixed sound.

How is this different from making the body vibrate with the transmission ability?

The biggest advantage, perhaps, is that the consumption is very small, and it can be "Yah Yah" for more than ten minutes in a row.

"The stick benefactor?"

Wuchen touched his bald head, and said to himself: "Could it be that the little monk had hallucinations just now?"

Forget it, just be childish.

Although the time was short, Jiang Ren had already figured it out and decided to put aside all shame. After all, except himself, no one would have thought that behind this childish voice was a big man who slapped his feet.

"Yeah~"

The voice sounded in Wuchen's mind again.

"Am I hallucinating again?"

Wu Chen was puzzled for a moment, then turned his gaze to the stick of fire: "The stick benefactor, is that you?"

Stick donor?

Jiang Ren always felt that this address seemed a bit strange, but he still made the sound again in cooperation.

"Amitabha!"

Wu Chen stood with his left hand in front of his chest, and after reciting the Buddha's name, his expression was a little excited: "It turns out that he is really a stick donor. I read in an ancient book that everything in the world has spirit, and those with strong spirit can even see the outside world. Communication, but most people will never meet one in their lifetime."

After a pause, he said again: "I never thought that the little monk would be so lucky to meet you, the benefactor of the stick."

"Yeah~"

Jiang Ren felt helpless and sad.

He vaguely saw that his integrity was split.

Start today.

The monks in Gushan Temple often see their chief disciples, whether they are walking, eating, meditating, chanting scriptures, or practicing, carry a black stick with them, and talk to the stick with a smile from time to time.

Many new disciples thought it was a new cultivation method.

This also caused many monks of the older generation to find that the disciples of the younger generation were carrying long sticks, wooden fish and the like, talking to themselves with wretched expressions from time to time, which almost caused trouble.

Finally, with the appearance of several old monks, this trend stopped.

"Stick benefactor, we will practice here today."

On the edge of the cliff behind the temple, Wuchen said something to Jiang Ren, and then sat down cross-legged, meditating in the clouds and strong wind.

Jiang Ren did not respond.

Although he can make a sound now, he will never make a sound unless necessary.

"Spar, go to the temple."

Jiang Ren looked at the clouds not far away.

These days, after some complicated operations, I used my perception ability to learn from Wuchen about the spar thrown into the lake of flames.

It is said that the spar was given by the upper temple behind the Gushan Temple.

The quantity is extremely rare and extremely precious. The annual share is only enough to maintain the lake of flames, and even Wuchen, who is the chief disciple, cannot be obtained. This also dispels Jiang Ren's idea of ​​using spar to speed up his cultivation.

"The Gushan Temple, which has more than a dozen innate masters, can be called the Shang Temple, so it shouldn't be the sect in the practice world?"

Jiang Ren had some vague guesses. After all, relying solely on secular power, he didn't believe that he could get his current body out.

It's a pity that tool people don't know much about Shangsi.

However, Jiang Ren felt that sooner or later Wuchen would get the information about going to the temple.

After all, he is the chief disciple of Gushan Temple, and he is also the most talented disciple since the temple was founded. He is destined to become a high-ranking person in the temple in the future, and no matter how high the secret is, he will definitely be opened to him one day in the future.

And as long as Wuchen knows, then he can know too.

"It's not too short of time. As a stick, I can wait for decades. If there is no life limit, waiting for hundreds of years is not impossible."

Jiang Ren restrained his mind and devoted himself to practice.

In the dense green forest behind the cliff, two people looked at Wu Chen from a distance.

One is the abbot, and the other is an old monk in gray robe.

"With Wuchen's aptitude realm, he is now enough to worship in the upper temple and switch to the Supreme Buddha Dharma, what are you still thinking about, Junior Brother?"

The old monk in gray robe looked at the abbot and said calmly.

The abbot shook his head slowly: "Wuchen entered this temple when he was young. He has a pure nature and a strong Buddha heart, but he has lost a lot of hardships, and his mind is far from meeting the conditions for going to the temple."

The old monk in gray robe was stunned: "The condition you said is..."

"It's the Buddha!"

The abbot's voice was a little passionate: "With Wuchen's talent, as long as he goes through the world of mortals to train his mind, cut off the emotions and eliminate six desires, he can become a disciple of the Buddha as soon as he enters the temple. Even that person will not be able to compare with Wuchen."

The grey-robed old monk's face changed slightly: "The person you mentioned, don't you mean that witch?"

The abbot nodded and said, "Except for the demon girl who killed a hundred thousand mortals with spells for personal revenge, who else's talent can we remember in the past hundred years?"

The gray-robed old monk turned his head, glanced at Wuchen in the distance, and asked, "Since that's the case, what method are you going to use to let Wuchen start the road of mind training in the world of mortals?"

"He'll come to me himself."

A smile appeared on the abbot's face.

At the beginning, he voluntarily transferred from the upper temple for a small chance, but now he is only one step away from success.